This is not my stuff…. Blah blah etc.--
I sit there in the room, on the bed, gathering my thoughts. I try to recollect the memories of what happened the earlier morning. I maintain my calm reserve and keep myself together.
A wolf… he somehow managed to break into the well-guarded Avian keep. Although our guard had been set down because of the recent peace between the Avian and Serpiente kingdoms, I know we are not foolish enough to assume everything is completely peaceful and let all forget about war. What was the purpose of that wolf? What was he hoping to accomplish by himself? Or were there others?
He could have been a straggler; he could have been a rebel who decided to come on his own terms. But even if this was so, it's terrifying to think about how he was able to slink past all the guards and gates.
I casually saunter over to the windowsill. The air is still and tepid, there seems to be no wind at all and it's all calm, a big contrast from the chaos that occurred earlier. Even though there is no wind, that doesn't mean I feel at peace. The wind is my comfort; it gives me power and makes me feel whole. The lack of breeze doesn't please me.
I watch as trees and grass sway; they rustle and stir… wait… but there isn't any wind. Why are the plants moving? Taking a closer look, I spot things moving the grass. I stagger back toward my bed. Gray fur, rapidly approaching the Keep. More wolves?
---Attention! Please R&R so I can know what to do. If no one really wants to read this anymore then I'll finish the story the next chapter. Thanks!